Separated at last

New bunk beds for the boys arrived last week. Both Nate and Erik acted a little forlorn as if they were losing their best friend rather than their bed partner. How could Erik not enjoy his own bed! I've slept with Nate before and was never so glad to kick him out when morning came (snoring, kicking, moving). The morning after I asked Nate how he enjoyed his own bed. He looked at me, sighed, and said rather wistfully, "I don't know." Erik piped up and replied that he and Nate used to wake up in the morning and talk. I quickly assured them they could still do that. I'm sure all this sadness will disappear sometime, but right now I'm feeling a little blue with them.